Monday, July 29, 2013

Book Blitz ~ You are Mine by Janeal Falor

Serena knows a few simple things. She will always be
owned by a warlock. She will never have freedom. She will always do what her
warlock wishes, regardless of how inane, frivolous, or cruel it is. And if she
doesn’t follow the rules, she will be tarnished. Spelled to be bald, inked, and
barren for the rest of her life—worth less than the shadow she casts.

Then her ownership is won by a barbarian from another country. With the
uncertainty that comes from belonging to a new warlock, Serena questions if
being tarnished is really worse than being owned by a barbarian, and tempts
fate by breaking the rules. When he looks the other way instead of punishing
her, she discovers a new world. The more she ventures into the forbidden, the
more she learns of love and a freedom just out of reach. Serena longs for both.
But in a society where women are only ever property, hoping for more could be
deadly.

“There were times when I had to fight back my tears
and the emotion that this book drew from me made me feel so connected to what
was going on as if I was actually there. You Are Mine should be on everyones
to-read list and I cannot wait to see what Janeal Falor comes up with next.” ~Danielle at Coffee and Characters

Excerpt #2:

“May I kiss you
now?”

No. Kisses leave
me feeling sick. “I suppose it would be for the best.”

He leans closer.
I want to pull away. Thomas's kisses were callous. Painful even. The thought of
more of that makes me feel queasy. But giving my permission somehow makes it
harder to pull away.

His hand reaches
up and brushes my face. Flecks of gold are mixed with the green of his eyes.
Suddenly, he scoops me into his arms and plops me on his lap. I yelp.

“Sorry, I guess
I should have warned you first.”

After
straightening my skirt with quivering fingers, I hold myself stiff. His nose
nuzzles against the side of my neck. Warm lips brush my jaw and sweep along my
cheek until they reach the corner of my mouth. My breath comes in shallow
gasps. He smells lightly of citrus.

I don't move.
His fingers tangle in my hair. His lips hover over mine. A nervous flutter
grows in my chest. The creak of the door opening spurs him into action.

His lips touch
mine. Flowing and sunny. They grow firmer. It feels so much better than I
thought it could. His fingers run through my hair, the tendrils falling out of
their confinement. Heat grows between us. He pulls me closer to him. Not only
do I manage to refrain from fighting him, but I want to draw even closer.

About the Author

Janeal Falor lives in Utah where she’s finally managed to
live in the same house for more than five years without moving. In her spare
time she reads books like they’re nuts covered in caramel and chocolate, cooks
whatever strikes her fancy, and enjoys the outdoors. Her husband and three
children try to keep up with her overactive imagination. Usually they settle
for having dinner on the table, even if she’s still going on about the voices
in her head.